I've spent a hunk of the morning talking to people about my brother's estate and house, and also trying to get clear information about treatment for my skin cancer. I'd say the dermatologist's office was on a demand to know basis, as first I had to know from others what questions to ask, and then they were forthright, but not until I point blank asked a specific question. Now I'm trying to be referred to a specialist, per my doctor friends' advice, and the whole process will take longer and that causes anxiety for me. If I'd gotten on this two weeks ago - but I was swimming in wedding events. Oh, well, I'm doing what I can when I can. But I've learned a lesson about what information is withheld. If I hadn't had doctor friends I'd not have understood my options and the ramifications.
So I learn yet again that I must be my own advocate, or as the Buddha said, be my own protector. I must fight for me. I need to sort out the chaos of verbage and hear what was not said. I need to seek second and third opinions. At least my gut instinct felt that something was wrong. That led me to ask people's opinions and seek answers. But the doctor's office is a place often of doublespeak. And that's not right.
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